Condolence: My one memory of my Uncle Norman was when I was probably 3 years old. He was having fun with the other older kids in the family. He saw me struggling to walk through the tall grass, he flashed a movie star smile, and opened his wallet, he pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to me. I knew even at three years old, to put money in my pocket. I was so little I didn't even say Thank You.
Thank You, Uncle Norman.